This week, I’ve been busy but also not!
Sure, I’ve been digesting the Cut’s social rules article (I feel like they wrote some of the really audacious ones, like don’t tell your dinner host allergies, for engagement – sorry!). And yes, I’ve been addicted to stomping around to Sharon von Etten’s Seventeen on repeat. The rumors are true that I have also been loving making porridge with these Tonic Bags due the fact that… I have maybe been drinking a not insignificant amount red wine (sulfite free tho! But still).
Mostly, I’ve been in the bath.
Everyone sort of has a different take on baths. Obviously I love them, but I get why they could feel strange. If you’re a naysayer, do me this one favor: imagine why a person would love the bath. A suspension of time! No urgency! Bouncing around like a little cork! Life’s great pleasures.
For me, there’s no eating in the bath. It’s important not to take a bath hungry, though, because you don’t want to be in a rush. In all instances, I encourage a bevvie.
Sundays are slow and today my cheeky old brain is communicating in pictures, not words. Sometimes a Palate Cleanse is the same thing as a Brain Exfoliation. This means, here are some bathtubs I would really like to be in:
Next time: I write about my special theory concerning Meats and BREXIT! If you can believe.
I collect pictures of great bathrooms and restrooms I visit. You have some epic ones here. Loved this little interlude thank you 🛀